When I’m old, I want to be like Grandma Moses.
She didn’t give up. She didn’t slow down. While lives around her were ending, hers was just beginning. She painted. And she didn’t start until she was nearly 80 years old. 8-0 years old.
She remembered the seasons of life, lingering over the details. Yet, Grandma Moses loved simplicity. She loved farms, the holidays, people, and snow.
She lived the truth that “It is never too late to become what you might have been.” (George Eliot)
There’s a lot I don’t know about Grandma Moses. But this I do know: being an image bearer of God, she reflected her Creator. And reflecting her Creator, she created. Beautiful masterpieces.
Grandma Moses is a picture of what it looks like to age well. She made this world a little more beautiful for 101 years. And her pictures are worth more than a thousand words and a thousand lessons for living life to the fullest. What a lady!